MONDAY!  Holy Toledo - we're in Toledo!  That's right, we're not kidding, it's no joke, there's nothing funny here - we're in Toledo, Ohio.  It wasn't our plan to end up here, but then again it wasn't our plan to have six Social Security numbers and live on public assistance either!  Sometimes, sh_t just happens.  Actually, we could be in a better place and couldn't have had a better day (well we could have, but that gal we met last night in the bar at the Mexican restaurant wouldn't come back to our motel room).

Anyway, we started the day in Cleveland - and you all know what that means - ROCK & ROLL, BABY!  Oh yeah, we cruised straight from our complimentary breakfast of Frosted Flakes and stale mini-donuts at the Econolodge to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.  Now you all know how we feel about rip-off museums, but for once it was worth the admission price (a steep $22 bucks each!).  Folks, if you could only visit one museum in the world (you'd be lucky!) it should be this one.  There's no way to describe it except to say that aside from the other FANTASTIC reasons to visit Cleveland (there are none), your very next vacation should be here.  Okay, they gave us 50% off the admission price (NOT KIDDING) if we said those nice things, but we still liked the museum a lot.  Yes we're whores - get over it.

So after re-living the 60's and 70's (which we lived through but don't remember) we roared onto the Ohio Turnpike and headed west.  It was a perfect day to ride across northern Ohio - temperature in the mid 80's, no rain, low humidity, giant white fluffy clouds painted on a bright blue sky.  The only problem was that it was northern Ohio.  It was hundreds of miles of farms, beat up pickup trucks and overweight bleached blonds (nothing wrong with a little peroxide folks - we're just being descriptive) with 5 snotty kids in every banged up American car (and they're all American and all banged up) that passed us.  But here's the good news!  We're in Toledo at a motel that only cost $19 bucks, across the street is a bar that looks just low-life enough to let us in and by now the snotty kids are done with their Hamburger Helper and mom is three drinks into saying, "okay, yeah, I'd like to try that.  Where's your motel?"...

      
             CLEVELAND!  This is where it all started!                            OH YEAH, BABY!  Wish you were here, but glad we are!

      
   Just like the entrance to the Louvre, but it's rock & roll!                 Best part?  Harley parked for free behind guard's hut!